Constance La France Poet Rhyme

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The Spiral Staircase

The spiral staircase made her high heels sing,
     each step a new twist;
          she could not resist,
  this night meeting-   what would it bring;
          for this dark affair.
               her heart best prepare.

From here the city churches pierced the mist,
     he stood like a king;
           his gaze a bee sting,
  she had become his sex slave since their first kiss.
          
     (after, he descended the stairs to the door, where)

                          They found her shattered,
          her purse and all the contents scattered;
     it was evident to the police that she had been battered

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May 7, 2018


Poetry/Rhyme/The Spiral Staircase
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1020-378-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, One, Nine, and Sixteen
sponsor, Viv Wigley

Fourth Place

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Elaine George June 22, 2018 at 9:33 AM Wow! What a story, Constance. Many congrats on your win. Elaine

Viv Wigley June 20, 2018 at 11:13 PM Congrats, Constance, and thanks for entering my contest. Viv x

Mike Gentile May 8, 2018 at 11:50 AM Wow,, Powerful imagery here, a great read xxoo

Geoffrey Brewer May 8, 2018 at 5:56 AM This dark and vivid narrative gives a real frisson of appreciation. Impressive poem, Wings.